Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you

Well, that may not be entirely true. But damn me if I ever admit it!

– Then you will have no problems. With your appearance and character, you kill everyone there.

I like this remark. Although I do not hope that Nick pays attention to my appearance. But how joyful it is to hear what turns out to be. It means that I am not indifferent to him, which is really bad, but I feel not so alone in my affections. Although still nothing will come of it. He is busy.

Damn it!

I hear the muffled tone dialing sound as if someone else was calling Nick.

“Just remember the devil.” This is Cash, “Nick says, and then mutters absent-mindedly: “I wonder what it was that he rose to such an early age?”

It’s funny, but I thought to myself the same thing. After a couple of seconds, Nick clears his throat and continues:

“Well, good luck anyway.” Actually, that’s all I wanted to say. Lie back in bed. Relax and wake up beautiful. Not that you need it.

I smile with might and main like a madwoman, choking on laughter, but I manage to resist.

“Thank you, I will.”

“Sleep well, Olivia.”

He hangs up. The skin on my arms and chest is still covered in goosebumps. I love the way Nick pronounces my name.

“Where did he get my number from?” I guess.

I lie in bed for a long time, look at the ceiling and think about Nick. I wonder what it feels like to look at the ceiling, lying next to it. My eyes slowly close when I imagine Nick falling on me, covering my body with his own and squeezing his hips between mine.

Such thoughts take me back to sleep.

* * *

The “end” looks almost the same as yesterday, only a little more light burns inside and voices are heard. Two voices – and one belongs to the person who is clearly on the platoon.

“So I have to mess with some kind of dropout?” Oh shit! I’m the eldest here. He could at least consult with me.

I see who the voice belongs to – some panicle in long whitish dreadlocks and with a flat tattooed arm. She waved a rake in annoyance and yelled at a kid who looked no more excited than a tank.

“Cool off, crazy,” he says good-naturedly. I can only see the dark-haired nape of the guy, in his voice you hear a barely restrained laugh. – He said she is experienced. Maybe she won’t have to drag her so long.

– If she is going to be paired with me, then she will either be the best, or I will not work with her.

“Well, you are such a sweet, complaisant beer girl, you know yourself.”

She, who had turned away to pour something behind the counter, turns to him so abruptly that I hear dreadlocks whipping the boy’s face.

“What did you call me?”

The guy throws his head back and bursts into laughter. Loud. I expect that now she will scratch his eyes, but instead, to my surprise, she smiles. And this is the end of the incident

Without giving myself time to think about the possibility of a retreat, I collect the last ounces of courage that I have, clear my throat and begin to move to the bar counter.

Both heads turn and follow my approach. When I come up, I notice that the girl, although endowed with demonic temper, is pretty beautiful. She has large almond-shaped eyes and puffy red lips. And boy … wow! He is also handsome.

It looks exotic. Maybe a Hawaiian, or maybe a Cuban. The skin is caramel-colored, soot-black hair and the same black eyes. And the smile with which he turns to me? Holy sinners!

What is it? The country of failed fashion models?

I try not to be embarrassed by my appearance. Not so open clothing, at least it does not cause discomfort, but I still feel … anxiety. Jeans move out, revealing a decent part of the abdomen, and the top is probably one size smaller than I usually wear, and leaves a hollow between the breasts open for sight. As a result, there is nothing particularly terrible, but attention is provided to me, there can be no doubt. That’s why I’m nervous.

I do not stick out of the top as frankly as that girl, whose cheerful tits are probably artificial. She has everything bare that is possible, and I’m even slightly proud of my forms. If I have something special, it’s chubby buttocks.

I smile broadly and hold out my hand.

– Hi, I’m Olivia. And you, probably, Nellie, “I say, turning first to the girl. Obviously, if I can have problems with someone here, it’s with her.

“I could say that I was waiting for you, but I will not say: I only recently found out that I will deal with you, therefore …”

She is annoyed – yes, but not hostile. I take this for a good sign and begin to enter the game as a linebacker.

– I will try to quickly figure out everything. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience working in a bar, so … – I say, following Nelly’s example without completing the sentence.

She nods, but a smile expresses obvious doubt.

– We’ll see.

– Well! I exclaim enthusiastically. “I look forward to when we begin.” – I quickly turn around to the guy, direct his outstretched hand in his direction. He continues to smile.

– Olivia.

“Pablo,” he says gently, and mischievous sparks sparkle in his eyes. Again and again you meet people who immediately become attached to you at the first meeting. I have no doubt that I like Pablo. He doesn’t even try to hide it. And why should he hide? There is probably not a woman on the planet who can resist the spell of a guy like him – a swarthy, hot, outspoken, with a wicked smile. – The evening has become much more pleasant.

Oh, he seems to be causing me problems!

“Maybe for me, too,” I reply with a playful smile.

The ability to flirt with him is a clear sign that nothing can happen between us. These are the guys who tie me into a knot, like Cash and Nick – that’s cause for concern.

– Turn your sweet smile to customers – it will be more correct, but better learn how to serve a drink, – Tarin sharply throws and leaves.

Pablo makes a soothing gesture and rolls his eyes.

– Do not pay attention. She has an eternal period. When the customers turn up, it will become more pleasant.

I smile and nod, but whisper to myself: “Praise be to the Almighty!”

“Maybe her dreadlocks are overtightened?” I mutter softly.

Pablo laughs: